I often think I don’t deserve much. I don’t deserve my very understanding, ever patient husband, nor my smart, funny, and uniquely wonderful children. My lack of worthiness leads me to accept that my home is in a constant state of disrepair. I push, push, push myself at work to be the hardest worker, the one who can step in and get things done. All out of a need for others to view me worthy. Worthy of attention, worthy of renumeration, worthy of love.